Before we leave for a wedding, I like to fill the gas tank up COMPLETELY. Alfred, on the other hand, will look at the gauge and by some calculation—known to only him and every other male on the planet—determine our need for gas.
This is the same calculation used for questions like
“do we need to ask for directions?”
“do you need me to bring all of your gear to the reception?”
“do you want me to write that down for you?”
“do you need the instruction manual?”
Because 95% of the time, his answer to these questions is No.
And, 85% of the time, it should have been Yes.
So, when I ask him, “shouldn’t we get gas?”
And he says, “no.”
I answer, “When the aliens invade, you’re gonna wish you had a full tank of gas.”
by emma
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